"I will not yeild/ To kiss the ground before yong Malcom's feet/ And to be bated with the rabble's curse./Through Brinam wood be come to Dunsiane/ And thou opposed, being of no woman born,/ Yet I will try the last. Before my body./ I throw my warlike sheild.Lay on, Macduff,/

Overview: In the end...

"But yet I'll make assurance double sure/And take a bond of fate"(Macbeth,IV,i,83-84).